Gabby’s story of harassment on public transit!

Sitting on the bus (12) at the window seat, my stop was coming up so I smiled at the man next to me and said I had to get off. He looked at me in the eyes (I looked away) and said: “Ooooh that smile, girl. Don’t try to hide, I know what you’re thinking. I know what kind of smile that is.” I hurried to the doors, anxiously awaiting my stop, and nervously laughed as I looked around. He kept mentioning things about my smile, and how he knew what I was all about, until I finally stepped off the bus. Wish I had had the courage to stand up to him, but I felt so small.
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